age 8 ..."Caulfman" was really Kaufman,TX, where my grandfather had a small bit of land. We'd camp out there. Notice "play with stick in fire" is scratched out. That's because I did it. And burned my face.
More remnants of my nerdy childhood here~
Notice I wrote "bo weevil muffins" at the top, for some unknown reason. Maybe I started out with a recepie in mind, but moved on to more important endeavors such as planning out my day. In case you are wondering what a Bo Weevil is, let me tell you:
May 15, 2017 Subject:
you live and you learn...
I remember hiding in our camper, face down, after I burned my face (with fire stick mentioned/crossed out, above). I was hiding my face so no one would see the burn, and take me for medical treatment which I dreaded (and still do.)
Here's another one of my 1970s memories -
We were out riding bikes, all of us neighbor kids, that would be a pack of about 7 or 8 kids, and I was the youngest. Those days were different, things were safe, we'd ride all over the place, on bike trails, to the YMCA, to Aunt Stella's Sno Cones, to Edgefield Park, to Polar Bear Ice Cream. As long as we stayed together, we pretty much had permission to go anywhere we wanted.
On this one particular day we were doing the bike trail thing, going up and down the hills, in single-file, and of course I was last in line. I think I was about 6 or 7 years old. I was going along, and I fell, my bike toppled over and I went tumbling, and I remember just laying there, stunned for a minute. Finally I looked up and realized, I was alone, all the other kids were long gone and nobody knew I had fallen.
Then! Next thing I knew, these two hands are under my arms, my bike is set up straight and I'm suddenly sitting on it. Before I could even think twice about it, I looked, and he was gone. It was some kid on a bike, an older boy, and not part of our group. I didn't recognize him, I guess he had been riding a way back behind all of us or something. Anyway, he didn't even say a word to me, just came up, put me back on my bike, then took off down the trail.
I remember thinking "thank you" in my little heart because I couldn't say it to him. I got back on the trail and eventually caught up with my group, who didn't even know I had fallen. I was little but also faster than the rest of them.
I don't know why this memory came to mind last night. I wasn't thinking about me falling, I was thinking of the fact that I had a helping hand, just out of the blue, to pull me back up, and didn't even linger long enough to hear a thank you.
To him it was probably nothing, but to me it was something.